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fall poem

meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo
uma pena do aço
veja, eles retornam
eu tenho que dizer good-night
paredes e enorme elevados
qual se mantem
não permaneça não mais
não há nenhum rebanho, porém prestado atenção e tendido
eu arremessei minha alma ao ar como um vôo do falcão
agora quando meus bordos viverem
quando você vier hoje à noite
quando liberdade de sua altura da montanha

 



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